It’ll only go straight to your butt…
Sigh…you’re right. My needs to shrink anyway.
**Tater’s ** butt is fine - it’s **Drae’s ** that’s in trouble - besides **Taters ** needs some sweet in her life right now
:smack: :rolleyes:
That would be my BUTT needs to shrink anyway.
While that may be true a cusory glance at the last several pages seems to indicate that Dorthy’s butt transplant offer is still up for grabs. So Taters can eat all the ice cream she wants and then swap butts with Dorthy.
Excuse me, while I butt in. Taters can have some of my ice cream, then she and Drae can switch butts. Everybody wins!
Hi everybody! I’m alive!
:: crickets ::
Oh well, let’s pretend I read the entire thread and said appropriate things to everybody, ‘cause all I really remember is Drae broke her butt going over the wall and Taters’ family is having trouble with cancer. I’m very seriously sorry to hear that. It’s getting to the point where I have to take off my shoes to count up all the friends and family I’ve lost to that horrible disease, not to mention the ones who have, thankfully, survived. {{{{{{{{Taters}}}}}}}
And hugs to Drae and everybody else who needs ‘em too.
My life and welcome to it: Wifey is now principle broker and half owner of her real estate office, so our financial picture has improved.
I’m working six days a week on my quest for world domination through soap. On my one day off a week (Monday) I rest. HA! It is to laugh. Last week I dug a trench from the back of the house to the new shop I built last summer. This Mon. I did some stuff for the shop and met with the electrician. So far the electrician has installed the sub main in the shop and part of the conduit to run the power out there. Then he is going to run power from the shop to the location for the new hot tub we’re gonna buy. 
I don’t know what I’m gonna do next Monday, but I’m sure it will be just as much fun. Today I’m supposed to call concrete contractors to see if anybody wants to pour us a pad for the tub, or if I’m gonna have to do it myself.
I’ve about given up on finding a web developer who will do our web page for something NOT approaching the size of the national debt and have resurrected, and am modifying, an old web page I wrote about 10 years ago using framesets, which are apparently a no-no these days. I don’t know why. Maybe they aren’t arcane enough. le sigh
I just talked to a headhunter looking for an RPG programmer for a local company. I’m of two minds about this. I loved programming and the money was very nice, but I detested the commute into Portland, and I [del]hate, hate, hate[/del] am not a big fan of their software package. I said I’d be interested in talking to them. :rolleyes:
Bye!
Bumba, I’m so glad you stopped by! I don’t know if you’d noticed, but I had asked about you way upthread. I’ve missed your posts.
I’m glad to hear things are going relatively well. Congrats on the improvement in your finances and to the wife’s “movin’ on up”.
This day is just dragging on by. I am so, so, so ready to go home, but, alas and alack, I have two more hours to go before I can leave.
Well, back to work…bleah.
Ooh, am I ever having fun! The bottom line is that I was instructed to do something by a police department that, if I got caught, could result in a $25,000 fine and up to 2 years in jail. My protestations that that was illegal fell on deaf ears because “other companies have done it before” and it’s “department policy.” Um, yeah. So, it’s ok to break the law in your city? Or just the laws you don’t like? I took that mess and dumped it in a higher up’s lap. Let them worry about it. I am perfectly willing to chalk it up to miscommunication (even though I know it wasn’t), since this is a very arcane piece of California’s civil code. But it can’t be department policy to instruct public servants to disobey the law and to not listen when they say the action is illegal.
Nava, I can never remember the name of the town/s in Basque Country, but for what it’s worth, their families own most of the town and the surrounding countryside because they’ve been there forever, being Basque and all. Somehow, I doubt that helps narrow it down for you much.
While I’m thinking of Spain, we went to Picasso’s for lunch today. They serve European portions, as opposed to American supersized portions. I had a nice salad with romaine, olives, red onions, real bleu cheese with a very light vinaigrette and a tortilla espanola (a potato frittata). My lunch date had that oh so Spanish dish: a BLT with fries.
I lost my wallet today. We stopped for lunch after starting on the apartments for the hockey players, and it either fell out of my jeans and someone picked it up or I flushed it. Mr. SCL has to work tomorrow so I am stuck with no driver’s license until Tuesday. I had no plans to go anywhere this weekend, but just knowing I can’t is going to drive me batshit crazy.
I also found out a woman in the booster club I really don’t like is planning on running for president of the club at the end of the season. If she wins, I will not re-join when my membership expires next August. She is bitchy, heavy-handed, petty and mean and I simply don’t want anything to do with someone like that. She sent me an IM telling me something she thought the BC ought to do, but that she wouldn’t help do it because she was there to watch the game. Does she think I spend $425 a season to sit in the lobby? Stupid bitch. Two of my friends have already quit the BC because of her. Looks like she’ll have the entire thing to herself if this keeps up.
I did see Coach today, and told him that altho I did submit a sponsor application, I would not get my feelings hurt if I didn’t get a player. I just want to make sure every player, and the trainer and equipment manager, get a sponsor. A friend of mine sponsored two last season because no one wanted to sponsor the equipment manager. Snobs.
We had one woman at a meeting announce that she wanted to sponsor a player “for my daughter” - a 19 year old unmarried mother of 2. She hasn’t been a BC member for a year yet, so we have ducked the bullet this season, but someone is going to get to sit down with her and explain that player sponsorship is not a dating service.
Enough venting.
Mr SCL is itch-free today - we both are much happier.
dogbutler, I saw the picture of your cat you posted in the other thread. She sure can give a dirty look! I wouldn’t let any of mine see it because they don’t need any ideas. I’m already in trouble because I came back from setting up apartments smelling like my friend’s new puppy and new baby bunny. “You’ve been with another animal” indeed!
Since I’m stuck here all weekend I expect I will spend a lot of time on the Dope.
Hugs to Taters. Sorry to hear news about MIL and Mom.
Sorry about the wallet, SCL. Very inconvenient. Hope annoying lady doesn’t wind up running for office. Surely there’s someone else who would run against her and win?
Too bad you couldn’t go on the weekend trip, Drae. Hope the loafing around helps the rear end.
Good on you for avoiding the illegality, Jahdra. Seems pretty appalling that anyone would even ask.
Glad to see Bumba stopping by.
I’m really really tired (not surprising, since I haven’t slept well most of the week), so I’m off to sleepy-bye.
Back more coherently (I hope) in the morning…
GT
Well, we have a shiny new furnace and a shiny new air conditioner. The AC works very well - the tech left it on, set at 64… BRRRRRR!
But now it’s bedtime. And tomorrow is clayday! Woo and Hoo! 
I’m back! We lost 5-4. 
SCL, Lucretia is the familiar of Satan, alright. She just dropped a bottle on the dog’s noggin.
Hey Bumba!
FCM, My apartment was 65 this morning, I just left the windows open.
I think I will go and get more beer to drown my sorrows, and buy the dog some cookies.
Woo and hoo! It’s Friday evening!
SCL, I’m sorry to hear about the wallet and the annoying woman. I hope for everyone’s sake she doesn’t run for the position.
Jahdra, you did the right thing by refusing to do what was asked of you. I’m sure you already know that and don’t need my validation.
I didn’t feel like cooking tonight, so I picked up Mickey D’s.
As I wrote earlier, tomorrow is my boobie smashing procedure. I’m so looking forward to it…not. :rolleyes: But, it needs to be done, so I’ll be a big girl and buck up.
My MIL had to have fluid drained from her lung today. I guess it was very painful. They drained a quart, yes a QUART of fluid from her lung. She can breathe a lot easier now. She will see the lung specialist the first part of October.
Drae, in a way, staying home by yourself can be a good thing. You’ll have the place to yourself, you can eat what and when you want, you can watch whatever you want, etc. Hell, if you feel like it, you can lay around nekkid. I can’t remember the last time I had the house to myself for any real length of time. It would be nice.
FCM, I’m glad to hear your furnace and AC are new, shiny and working. Um, but it’s autumn now. Time for heat, not AC.
Actually, I still haven’t turned the heat on in my house. I’m sure I’ll be doing it soon, though.
I am also a great-aunt yet again. My nephew’s (by marriage) girlfriend delivered a bouncing baby boy at around 3:00 this morning. We’ll have to pay the new family a visit and bring something for the baby.
I think I’m going to cruise the Dope for a bit, then veg in front of the TV.
Damn, Taters - I feel like a bitch complaining about a wallet when you’re going through that with your MIL. My thoughts are with both of you. I need to go get a bobby-smashing, but with no health insurance I don’t see it happening in the near future.
You shouldn’t feel that way. If I had lost my wallet, I’d be complaining too. It’s a pain in the ass. New license, new credit cards, cancelling cards, worrying that someone used the credit or debit cards, etc. It is a big deal. Identity theft is rampant.
I am only going through all of this cancer shit second hand. I’m not the one who has been diagnosed. Still, it’s hard because the women involved are our mothers (mine and my hubbies). Cancer for two women in two months’ time.
There’s something going on with my Dad too, but he’s trying to keep it from me, so I won’t worry. :rolleyes: Yeah, wondering only makes it worse, Dad. I’d really rather know and deal with it.
I’m curiously hungry. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t be. I ate a quarter pounder and fries and hour and a half ago, for Og’s sake! I should be stuffed!
Taters, a cousin of mine (who now works for the Komen Foundation) had that lymphedema thing and had to wear the sleeve and use a machine several hours a day to reduce the swelling. Tell your mom to hang in there, and don’t give up, no matter what idiocies the doctors try to spout!
Rigs, how on earth do you break your coccyx giving birth???
SCL, check around – there are places that offer boob-smashings for minimal cost. It’s important to get it done if at all possible. Speaking of which, I’m definitely due again. Oh, joy. One time it’s uncomfortable; the next time they try to kill me. You just never know.
FCM, I transcribed a meeting last week in which one of the guys said, clear as day, “Bulmer.” It’s a small difference in the vowel, but it was so clear I nearly typed it exactly the way he said it before I realized what he was saying. I keep awaiting the day when my brain utterly shuts off and I produce some utter inanity in a transcript; the closest I came (which fortunately was caught before it went out) was once in a fit of absent-mindedness typing “electric lights” instead of “electrolytes.” Although that was still better than the woman who just couldn’t quite figure out “entrepreneurial” and came up instead with “intrepid oriole.”
Speaking of transcripts, every once in a while I get a fun one, and I know you guys will appreciate this one.
When I was a kid we used to do a lot of family tent camping. My dad would go on weeklong backpacking trips, but I never got beyond sleeping on an air mattress in a tent. Last time I went camping? The kids and I went to Yosemite in about 1994, and I got one of those twin-sized inflatable beds and put it in our spacious tent, with lots of pillows and extra blankies. I slept like a baby. It’s the only way I’d consider camping again. I’m actually a great over-a-fire cook; I had to teach the Girl Scouts how to do it and cook for 10-12 people that way enough times that I got to where it was surprisingly easy. And I can build a fire just about anytime, being a serious pyro. But I want a very, very comfy bed if I’m going to deal with the rest of it!
Our trip to donate to the casino went off as planned. Although Papa T. found a thoughtful slot machine that gave us our money back just at the point we were thinking about leaving, so we took the money and ran. Any day you break even is a day you’ve beat the house.
Enjoy your weekend with Captain Percocet, Drae!
Oh, I forgot to add, Swampy, that we used to have cable, internet, and phone all in one package (with Comcast in New Orleans), and it drove me crazy losing phone service when the power went out. We get a crappy cell signal in our house here, but at least we get a signal, and one useful thing that happened when palebunny visited was we discovered her provider’s signal is much, much stronger in our house than ours is. So since we’re not under contract with our cell provider, we may just change to hers. It would be nice not to have to move around like an idiot trying to pick up a functional signal sitting at my desk; I look like that contortionist in that one ad, the guy up on top of his bookcase, half the time.
I drove on Thursday. Driving for two hours was tiring for someone like me, who’s never driven for more than about ten minutes at once. All went well, except that the instructor teased me about driving so slowly and my wussy turning.
“Turn left! Sharply!” she says.
I turn left, not sharply.
Mammogram was negative. Yea!
She was supposed to do a skin biopsy of a leison today and a breast biopsy next week, but the surgeon told her to do a second skin bx in the questionable area. If they are both normal, I won’t have to have a deep bx and she’ll just watch it for a couple months.
I’m pretty sure I dodged a bullet. Both bxs looked like normal tissue, to the naked eye. I’ll know for sure in a week.
Thanks for all the good thoughts, I’m sure they helped. 